The Road So Far… Forty years ago one grief filled night led to a deal being made that would change a family’s destiny in ways no one could have foreseen. A decade later the yellow-eyed man came for a midnight visit to the nursery of a six month old Sam Winchester whose mother would breathe her last agonized breath pinned to the ceiling above his crib. The loss of whom transformed a once doting father into a drill sergeant obsessed with finding the ‘thing’ that killed the love of his life. From that night on his two sons were raised like warriors without ever having a place to call home as they were dragged from one town to the next as he relentlessly searched for what killed their mother. While the eldest of his two sons embraced the life of a hunter, the younger brother craved a normal life something which led to his running off to Stanford University where for a short time he had that with a young woman named Jessica Moore who he planned to propose to. But someone had other plans for Sam, ones that involved him returning to the life of a hunter, and so, her life came to a tragic end one that mirrored the death of his mother more than twenty years ago. However, the Winchesters weren’t the only ones with ‘the family business’ as she had come from a similar background (one that would provide a grief-stricken mother with the means of bringing an end to the heartache). Within days of the funeral, Amelia Moore paid a midnight visit to the crossroads…this decision quickly became a source of some conflict among family and friends though not quite as much as uncovering the truth about her daughter’s death had. It took some time for the Moore family to return to life as it once was though obviously it took serious convincing to persuade Jessica that reuniting with her former love would be a bad idea under the circumstances. Meanwhile out of a desperation for revenge her ex-boyfriend went back to life on the road with his older brother on a quest to find their missing father who both believed held the key to finding the one responsible for the deaths of two loved ones. However, the hunt for ‘old yellow eyes’ took a tragic turn once they finally managed to catch up with him as the confrontation ended with one life hanging in the balance. It was this precarious situation that pushed a desperate father to give up the only weapon which could be used against the very one whose actions sent him down this path. Without a word to his youngest son, John Winchester went down into the basement of the hospital where he summoned ‘the yellow eyed son of a bitch’ with whom he struck a deal to save the life of his eldest son. His sacrifice one that allowed his boys to continue the ‘family business’ finishing what he started, though no one could have predicted the twists and turns their journey would take. Just when things were starting to seem even more hopeless when it came to finding and killing ‘old yellow eyes’ the brothers began receiving help from a mysterious woman whose weapon of choice was a strange knife capable of killing demons. But until the night when Azazel sent one of his ‘special children’ into an old cemetery, the Winchesters hadn’t known about her being a demon to them she had simply been another hunter whom they added to their short list of allies. She was forced into revealing that part of her identity when she couldn’t accompany the small band of hunters thanks to a rather large devil’s trap formed by the iron railroad tracks which crossed property, but that would hardly be their biggest problem as they soon discovered why the dual nature of The Colt as it also served as a key which opened the devil’s gate found at the heart of the old cemetery. A couple hundred demons escaped from hell during the brief amount of time it took to close the gate and during the commotion ‘old yellow eyes’ managed to give them the slip. The events of that night set things in motion, starting with who was among those given a ‘get out of jail free’ card, Eve, the *very* first demon in existence. For the next five years finding a way of keeping hi

The first date was utterly successful, in more than one way. Salome was everything she seemed to be, but what neither of them expected was the new direction Rudolph Yerbler's mind chose to pursue, to unveil the thread of lies intentionally inserted by the enemy into the historical truth. Later, when the experience was over, and he inwardly relished every detail of it, every satisfying moment of silence, every accidental brief touch between their hands, every newly shared time of recognizing the value of a previously unknown pleasure of culinary delight, he was no longer distracted and could piece things together. What Salome told him, was delightfully new, not because she shared those memories with him alone, but also because his mind based in occult lore began piecing it all together. Salome was originally a dancer behind the veil, just like, or almost like, Isis. The supposed beheaded of a prophet was a clear borrowing of another episode of history. It was all symbolic, of course. And if that was the case...on a hunch he created another Tarot card. This one was not as part of his duty for his boss, to spy on the strange couple, but to do something he has never attempted before. To craft the cards that would show him the past instead of the future. Not to influence them, but to merely observe and learn the truth. The spirit of the Land as the High Priest. Lazarus, the real one, as the acolyte. Their interaction was surprising. Before his name came to imply resurrection, Lazarus was meant to be a helper, and assistant, though assisting whom, was yet to be determined. Perhaps even himself, Rudolph considered with wonder, as he watched. The demon of betrayal trying to seduce Lazarus with lies and doubts about him being unworthy, about him never being able to rise from that rock to which he was bound in Hell. Not for his sins, but for his multiple unwarranted doubts. And then Lazarus began listening to the spirit of the land again, the one that inspired him originally...and he was able to rise. All on his own. Despite the horrors surrounding him. The mighty demons, the corrupting environment, the very air of sin itself. Lazarus rose, and flew up, and no chains could hold him. The cards Rudolph drew did not lie. That rock had to be special, and he had to find it. If it were the turning point in Hell for a soul that deemed itself to be doomed. If it allowed it to rise from the depth of despair, it had to mean something. To be special. Perhaps, if he dared to hope, to be the anti dote to the dark energies of Belial and Judas. How effective, remained to be seen, but Rudolph could finally admit to being greatly reassured at present. That night he dreamt again, and this time, the scenes of torture that seemingly made him who he was, gave sway to scenes of hope, and another mysterious message he was finally able to absorb. His search for the truth was to continue, for it made sense, not only of the greater forces at play, but of his own personal history, those parts of it at least that were previously hidden from him by other agencies.

Rudolph Yerbler slowly nudged the girl Charlie towards discovering her witchy powers. She merely thought of herself as a psychic but he knew better and found a good opportunity to place his own tome on her path. The Cults of the Forbidden Gods was a treatise he had penned a few centuries ago but even then, before he uncovered his full potential, the yellow haired demon invested great amounts of magical energy in it. And because of his elegant spell work, the tome was not only preserved, but started changing with each century, molding itself to the particular tastes of each time period. Now as he pored over Charlie's shoulder, utterly invisible to her, carefully protected against her scrying devices and the possibility of her acquiring a familiar further along, he saw that his book changed one more time. If he did not intend on remaining utterly hidden he would have allowed himself a small laugh. The tome of his making opened onto a face he well knew, but did not belong there originally. His Salome may have been many things, a clever woman, a strong witch but never a goddess. As far as Rudolph remembered, both her and her mentor and protector Messalina, made a simple bargain that was honored and turned them into demons. In return, they gained protection from those insatiable mortal men who had accosted them. But, magic, being an evolving entity, that shaped itself along with perception and Hellish trends, now turned Salome into the goddess of hidden treasures, the guide through the arcane terrains, the light within the unfathomable utter dark. It was probably not true, but it was in his book, and so, through popular imagination, could possibly become part of the known realities, as more and more human witches began reading the volume and using its occult wisdom. And yet, and yet, he could not ignore the sign so clearly dropped on his own path. His dream girl, written into his own tome that started him onto his own journey, he had to obey the implied meaning of it all. With Judas running around, Lilith seemingly kidnapped, and Father Lucifer glaringly absent from his throne of Fire, it was too late to wonder, have seconds thoughts, or dare waiting for a better time that may never come now. Yerbler abandoned Charlie, all of his other mortal charges as well, and plunged down onto the lower region of Hell. He decided to arrive in style, commanding one of the smaller winged demons to create some fireworks in the Hellish skies that spelled out the few simple words. "Salome, will you accompany me on a night out of Hell?" Rudolph noticed with some surprise that for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, his heart began furiously pounding once again, which let him know, his dire attempt was well worth any risk. "Thank you, boss, I finally get it," Rudolph wrote out a note for Crowley's benefit, with the warmest smile, he did not even remember from his mortal existence. Sending a smallish, but remarkably fast imp, to carry out his message. That was another thing about him, he knew. He was getting increasingly more confident. No more just some shy good for nothing demon, he now began to appreciate what he could do, and the lesser demons seemed to have sensed the change in him as well. He would make both Crowley and Salome proud yet, Rudolph happily decided.

Then…. Hope devoted four years of her life to finding a way of bringing lost loved ones back to life, the last of which was spent trying to convince a witch by the name of Pandora to teach her a spell that would make time travel possible. If she went back to before ‘The Hollow’ returned then maybe she could head everything else off at the pass. It was a risk but if she got both her parents and uncle back then it would be well worth it. She paced anxiously as her gaze fixed on a ‘window’ to the past trying to gather the nerve to step through it as all the words of caution offered by the select few who knew the full extent of her plan echoed inside her head. There was a sharp intake of breath as the nineteen year old turned more fully towards it with a look of determination. One hand lightly touched the pendant which bore the letter ‘M’ to steady her nerves then quickly stepped through the ‘window’ as she called it for lack of a better word as it didn't quite seem to be what she imagined a portal to be. The young witch turned looking back over her shoulder for one last glimpse of three women who’ insisted on being present when she attempted this before it closed. Now…. Hope let out the breath she'd been holding as the ‘window’ closed leaving her cutoff from her own time. This would be no small undertaking and maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to insist on doing this alone but she didn't want to risk losing anyone else. There were about a million ways things could go wrong. She turned finally taking a look around she found herself standing in a cemetery but more importantly the very same one. It was a relief to discover that part of her plan had gone as expected. She hadn't been quite sure that stepping through a ‘window’ into the past would put her in the same place as she was in her own time. But fortunately that was the case as she'd not been left in the dark about her location and had some ideas of where to go for any kind of help. Provided she could successfully convince someone of who she was. Her gaze turned upward as she caught a glimpse of darkness floating across the sky, slowly beginning to follow it she stopped when it did then looked down at the grave of one ‘Jenna Sommers’ whose name she recalled from the journals of Stefan Salvatore. The woman had been one of her father's victims. When she looked up again the darkness had disappeared into a nearby grave, one eyebrow slowly rose at this turn of events. She didn't quite understand what had just happened and absently turned as if to ask if either Freya or Pandora had any ideas when she remembered she was alone now.

"Well we'll try all we can to reverse the vampiric process first and then getting you a baby in other ways 2nd and 3rd," Franceska told Rebecca, patting her shoulder in an attempt to be comforting, though emotions weren't generally Franceska' strong suit. "I don't get why anyone would want to get old, ugly and die, but I'll try to help you do it," she said with a slight smile and shrug. "It's so odd...I create life, and I guess this is doing the same in a sense, but also creating death if you want to age and all. In a way it's sort of what I do and sort of the opposite," she said thoughtfully, wondering silently if that mattered and if she should start thinking in reverse to an extent, though not too much as she didn't want to kill Rebecca, just to reverse the immortality and vampirism. She sighed in frustration. "It doesn't help that vampirism, to me at least, isn't at all scientific. If it were, I'd be running circles around it and kicking its ass!" I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head.

Akasha’s time had been spent exploring the small town learning all that she could since parting ways with the young vampire she’d met in the woods the previous night. It was a different world than one she’d ‘awakened’ to years ago though not to the point of being all that shocking. The humans had made certain advances that she supposed could prove useful. Of course, a certain amount of time had also been devoted to exploring the differences within herself as well. Her abilities were different which wasn’t entirely a bad thing as it gave her a certain degree of separation from her time spent as the puppet of something much older than her. It was almost freeing. But then the anger was still there bubbling just beneath the surface. Her gaze slowly settled on a couple walking hand in hand with smiles on their faces as they talked and laughed. It was something that a part of her wanted for herself even if she might never say so. (tag: open)

A package...something sinister that he couldn't ignored no matter how hard he tried...Because he wanted to do what was best for Elena for once, but this didn't feel like it. So rather than responding to Bonny he simply showed up. The knock in the door was more hesitant than impatient which annoyed him too for some reason. This wasn't at all going as planned. Perhaps that meant he shouldn't try doing the right thing. Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed

Belle absently reached into the pocket that once held her cellphone only to be reminded when her fingers brushed against fabric instead that those men with the black eyes had taken it away first thing. She remembered the cold look on the taller one’s face when he told her ‘can’t have you calling for help’. There was another who visited often, a brunette who wore a simple white dress, she was much nicer but still frightened her a bit. Slowly withdrawing the hand from her pocket she gently rested on her flat stomach as she thought about getting the news about being pregnant around about the time her husband had gone with her friends to the underworld. She really hoped that he was helping them find Killian and would see to it everyone made it home again in one piece. Those last two words echoed in her mind as she doubted the same could be said for her. She’d told anyone who would listen that whatever they thought could be gained from keeping her here didn’t amount to much with Rumple being where he’d gone. Was he okay? Had he made it back to Storybrooke yet? Or had he gotten trapped in the underworld? She looked around the sparsely furnished room with no windows, quietly wondering how long before they lost patience with waiting and slit her throat the way they had the girl who’d tried to help her. If only she’d not gotten distracted by the room with the wooden coffin whose contents were surprising in that the man inside was alive only he seemed...catatonic. Nothing she said or did could get a response. She wished she’d paid more attention to the items in there with him as she suspected they were important somehow. But she did remember hearing a name...Dean Winchester and then there was a lot of commotion as for some reason they were moving him as if they thought someone might be coming and they couldn’t risk him being found. (ooc: all my going through old posts that last couple days got me inspired to write a post for Belle especially after coming across the last Gold post.)

Elena brought her elbow up to rest on the door as fingers absently played with the thin silver chain worn around her neck. Thoughts of what the future might hold filled her head, something there was a time she'd had all figured out, but with everything seemingly in shambles with so much loss all around. “Leaving town?” Her words sounded uncertain and a bit distracted as her focus shifted. “Why would we need to do that?” The questions had a way of piling up with answers being short supply, which made her anxious since it left everything up to her imagination and that could go to some pretty dark places with all she'd been through since meeting the Salvatore brothers almost a decade ago. “So, what do I call you…’batboy’?” She drew a breath deciding to make another attempt at finding out who her ‘road trip companion’ was since he seemed to be avoiding that question as well. It was easier to focus on that then trying to imagine who might have been feeding him information about her. (ooc: yeah I started doing ‘copy and paste’ years ago because of yahoo’s tendency to eat things because I could never reconstruct the post I had done though every so often I got something I was actually happier with.)

For Jamie Lloyd, life was a constant shell game with one exception…her role being that of the small ball instead of the player. It had been this way since the night when as a teenager she escaped on Halloween from the underground facility where the ‘man in black’ had kept her along with her uncle. She remembered seeing ‘Smith’s Grove Sanitarium’ on a woman's name badge…her only way of knowing where the then frightened nine year old girl had been taken. She wasn't allowed to roam free or even have that much interaction with people at all. But hadn't the way the ‘man in black’ lurked outside peering in at her from time to time. He seemed intrigued at the connection she shared with her uncle or so she gathered from his line of questioning. But why? He never explained it. He wasn't the only one she glimpsed through that small pane of glass but while there were countless others the one that stuck out in her memory was her uncle, Michael Myers, who was led down the hallway on rare occasions. But to where? For what? So many secrets. So many unanswered questions. Her nights were always the same, laying there in the darkness offering up prayers to whoever was up there listening, until one night when screams echoed through the corridors. It was such a terrible sound, one followed by that of a baby crying. It was during the days that followed she discovered the truth of what happened that night…HIS daughter was born. There must have been a million thoughts which crossed the then barely even eleven year old’s mind. But first and foremost was that of family, both the one she believed to be lost and the one here. The ‘man in black’ was particularly pleased, if she hadn't known better she would have sworn the child to be his. There had to be some sort of rhyme or reason to it. But she didn't dare ask, not when she suspected knowing to be a more frightening prospect than not. Whenever she looked back there were certain memories that always seemed to stick out. Meeting her chosen (who was only a toddler then) for the first time. Watching as a six year old girl wordlessly stabbed one of the nurses. Or the night they were helped to escape during the chaos when Michael had gotten loose and started killing his way through the staff. She remembered the precise moment when while at the bus station the thought of abandoning the little girl crossed her mind. Who would have blamed her? Not anyone who knew about her family or who the child's father was. But having recalled what it was like to be treated so cruelly by other children simply because of her being related to HIM…to the ‘boogeyman’ she hadn't been able to do it. Sometimes it was a little hard to believe it was fifteen years ago instead of only yesterday they fled on foot in the pouring rain in the middle of the night. She had so wanted to see both of her adoptive parents again after eight years of being held captive but her old home was the first place anyone would look for them. She reached out to Loomis who gave her all the help she needed despite his concerns about Michael’s daughter. Certain eerie similarities couldn't be ignored with her cousin having been six years old when she stabbed that nurse or her silence. Though it took a few years the latter eventually ended. It was two months ago that they picked up and moved to Mystic Falls, another town in a long line of places to be called home. They were just starting to get settled in, Jamie had her job as bartender at the Mystic Grille and they were able to rent an apartment above it. The brunette was wiping the bar down as she looked around ever vigilant as she lived in fear of the day when either her uncle or the ‘man in black’ found them and for that reason was probably a little strict with her cousin even though she was now a grown woman herself. (ooc: Was watching Halloween: H20 last night and got all inspired. Introduction of Michael’s daughter coming in the near future.)

Saraya entered the old rundown looking plantation house that had become ‘home’ to a handful of coffins where the formerly deceased now returned to the land of the living lay sleeping. It was highly questionable whether it was a wise decision to set this particular plan into motion with who she suspected was behind their resurrections. Should they be doing this? She honestly couldn’t say. But what she did know was that if her father hadn’t been in mourning he never would have struck a bargain with The Hollow. A single word fell from her lips as she walked into the parlor lighting the candles that lined the room. “Incendia.” She thought about reaching out to the vampire who ‘ruled’ the city of New Orleans but it wasn’t something that could be done directly as such an action would undoubtedly put her family’s safety even more at risk. But if she were to wake those held within those coffins and they were to stumble into the French Quarter...well it might provide her with a much needed loophole. Ordinarily she’d never go against her father’s wishes but the kind of magic he was practicing to pull all of this off would destroy him from the inside out. Like him, she would give just about anything to have her mother back but...this wasn’t the way. Her mother never would’ve wanted this...not after having witnessed the price one paid firsthand when her own sister had delved into dark magic to save the life of a lover. Perhaps it was the family curse? She gave a sharp nod to the blonde haired man who entered just after her then watched as he left to insure his departure. The leering looks he always sent her way made her skin crawl and were reason enough on their own to be glad to be left alone but in this case she also hadn’t wanted any witnesses for what would come next. The dark haired twenty something year old preceded to check the rest of the house to be certain she truly was alone before going into the room where the coffins were kept. She knew it was a dangerous gamble but hoped at the end of the day that it paid off. Slowly moving to the center of the small circle of coffins she opened each one knowing the panic waking up to a coffin lid might cause then started her preparations. The spell to wake them took the better part of an hour but had been successful though in its aftermath she did feel quite drained. Her eyes moved from the bewildered blonde to the Asian ‘girl’ then over to another woman who’d spoken a single word..’Elena?’ But the name was met with a look of utter confusion by the one she’d addressed. No surprise there because if she’d gotten her facts straight the brunette was the former lover of the immortal Silas. “I’m sorry. Jenna? Is it? But I believe her name is Amara.” Her words would start a rather lengthy conversation with the five women in total that she’d awakened where introductions were made and questions were asked. She just hoped it was enough to accomplish what she’d set out to do without arousing anyone’s suspicions. Now all she could do was pray that at least one of them found their way to Marcel Gerard before it was too late. She’d done all she could. Provided them with the information that was required and gotten them an Uber to be certain they all go into the Quarter. Now all that was left once the stage was set to sell the idea someone had attacked the plantation house was to wait. (OOC: finally finished this damned post to get the ball rolling on stirring things up. Hopefully more posts to come here and in other games while I’m out for work resting and hydrating like the doctor said to do. Four of the five women are Lexi, Anna, Amara, and obviously Jenna. Haven’t decided who the fifth is yet.)

One demon, one angel, another demon, another angel, he moved faster than a blink between heaven and hell, killing one then another then back again to do the same. The hatred, the burning rage did not ease in the slightest the more he killed. Going to earth for change of scenery, he killed a few of the demons and angels who chose to make Earth their playground, again one then another, rotating for fairness. He had the blood of both in equal parts, after all, so it was all about fairness. But why wasn't it making him feel better? He roared with rage, but only on the inside. It somehow didn't seem appropriate to do so aloud like some...entity without self control...an entity was what he considered himself, for what else could one be who was both demon and angel in equal parts? He should kill his parents, he thought darkly. Just for the...well you know, the hell of it, but why? They were weak and stupid. It was hardly their fault that they were unable to think their way out of a paper bag. The power that surged through him still required release. Why wasn't it working? When Lucifer and Michael had freed him, they'd said something about not rescuing him earlier so that he could properly become who he was intended to be. Well he hoped he'd shown them, in equal measures, exactly and precisely what he thought about that. The fact Lucifer and Michael appeared to be working together may have interested others, but he could not care less. As far as he was concerned, they could all go down. OOC, Kept seeing this so going with it. Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed

Vanessa blushed as there were no clothing between them and their bodies. Vanessa wa under lexi metaphorical spell. She moaned to lexis touch gasping as she was pulled onto the bed onto of lexi. She had fallen hard for this blonde and so quickly. It was like a force pushing then togather like it was meant to be. Vanessa pinned lexi to the bed kissing her deeply and passionately. Their breast s smashed against each other as her hand trailed up lexis tighs reaching the sweet spot as she kissed along her neck. Her fangs teasing her neck

Tatia spent most of the last few weeks avoiding thinking about the future as she'd found it depressing to consider being forced to pretend to be someone else. Of course, she knew that her new friends had been right that people weren't quite ready for the idea of someone who died a thousand years ago suddenly coming back to life. Even she was still having a little trouble processing. But now, here with him none of that mattered because she not only had someone who knew all about her past but also didn't need convincing it was possible for a person to come back from the dead. She could be herself without need of a good ‘cover story’ that she felt would inevitably cause friction in a relationship. There simply were no words to convey how much this all meant to her. “It all seems so much like a dream. I never thought…” She looked to Klaus with a lingering smile as the two headed towards his vehicle. While her feelings for his brother were quite genuine there would have always been a part of her that secretly wanted a life with the man next to her. She climbed into the passenger seat settling in as the door closed with her gaze almost instantly returning to him as he got behind the wheel. “So, first the dress and then…” There were a few details of modern weddings she had learned of after discovering an old scrapbook Caroline made as a little girl.

Katherine was nothing if not resourceful, not surprisingly the Salvatore boys had been rather shortsighted in their last encounter easily buying her claims that actions taken were purely about getting revenge. One would think they would have learned there was always much more to her plans than how it appeared. This time around her endgame had involved opening the door to 'hell' just long enough to spring a woman trapped there who possessed certain abilities that would help her be not dead anymore. Stefan's death was most unfortunate. If she could have renegotiated the terms of her deal to include him...she might have were it not being for his having 'killed' her twice then there was the fact he'd married Caroline Forbes of all people. A decision she still couldn't wrap her head. The only possible explanation being his taste in women had taken a dive. She left the comfort of a rather nice cabin purchased for her use by the leader of a more 'old school' group of Travelers who began training her eleven months ago when she returned. Both in magic and other ways of protecting herself (i.e. Weapons and a more hands on approach). Heading through the woods toward a local 'swimming hole' with a towel draped over her arm dressed in a black tank top and a pair of denim shorts with sandals on her feet. The walk wasn't all that far as the cabin itself remained in sight. She took full advantage of whatever means of entertainment were available to her as heading into town came with risks. But she did on occasion go there, though never alone. Now neighboring towns were a whole different story.

Lexi rode in silence the rest of the way into town trying to quiet any reservations had about returning to Mystic Falls. Her decision to come back here was not one made lightly and in fact would not have been the case were it not for holding out hope that a similar chance was offered to Stefan or worse case scenario this trip really would be about paying her respects. She wasted very little time exiting the vehicle once it came to a stop outside the quaint looking house turned ‘bed and breakfast’ that would serve as their home for the time being. Suddenly feeling the need for a good stiff drink. She moved around to stand at the trunk as the other woman popped it before exiting the silver luxury car herself. Grabbing her bags she walked up to the front porch steps hearing the sound of the trunk closing the blonde knew Valerie to be close behind her. Carefully lifting a hand she knocked softly at the door patiently waiting until it was opened by an elderly woman who invited them inside.

Since things have been kinda stalled (which I apologize for my role in that and am hoping to get back to a more regular presence in games) am moving things ahead to the next night to help move things along.

Bonnie checked her phone for about the millionth time since last night hoping there’d been some word considering she’d used her magic once again to send a note to Damon but this time it’d been about the package that had arrived with his name on it. She roamed the halls of the Salvatore Boarding House turned school for the supernaturally gifted trying to take her mind off things. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t stop thinking about how getting her best friend back safely hinged on getting Damon to flip his switch. He’d been on his own for a few years now so things being as Elena feared couldn’t be ruled out. If he didn’t feel the same about her anymore then her life being in danger might not mean anything to him. She sighed heavily having paused briefly outside the library where she’d almost hoped to find Alaric. It was downright hard keeping all of this from him and everyone else but she didn’t know if bringing them into the loop would help matters. Then there was Enkil who’d come to her for help last night with finding his missing wife. She’d spent the better part of the day pouring over books at the foundry before coming back here and all her research led her to the theory that perhaps it was a case of demonic possession. It was so weird even considering it. She ducked into her former history teacher’s office going directly to where the small package had been hidden to retrieve it then the cellphone she’d left charging. There was no way of knowing whether Damon would come for either of these things but she’d decided to keep them with her just in case. With the small package tucked under her arm she pocketed his cellphone then just as she was leaving the room a shrill pinging sound caused her to check her phone. She half smiled at reading the text as it least one Petrova doppelgänger seemed to be getting their happily ever after. But it was kinda hard to imagine Klaus Mikaelson as anyone’s husband given her history with the man but he’d seemed different when they’d talked about protecting his daughter. Now if she could just get Elena home safely. The Bennett witch made her way into the rather large living room where she flopped down onto the couch while reading another text she’d gotten though this one had come from Hayley with whom she’d gotten in touch the night before. They’d been discussing the littlest Mikaelson along with the newly turned hybrid who was still learning the ropes. (tag: open)

“Sometimes I swear that I will never understand this generation.” Nyssa was aware a statement like that might raise questions as she appeared no older than her early twenties. Probably around about the same age as the sheriff if she had to hazard a guess as he seemed quite young. “The internet does have its uses though I think too many people don’t look up from their electronic devices enough to even enjoy the life they’ve been given.” “Where I was before? It was most unpleasant...the man who oversaw things was...cruel in a fashion. I believe you might know him. I hear he had a brief stay in your lovely town a month or so before I moved here. His name was...Cade.” She felt it was perhaps time to drop the pretenses as she knew enough to know this man knew a little about the supernatural. As she led him inside the Mystic Grille she glanced back at him with a reassuring smile. “I give you my word that I mean no harm...I am what you would call a...’neutral’ party. I just wish to leave in peace and to that end I will answer all your questions.”

Akasha slowed her pace once she was satisfied she hadn't been followed into the woods. There was just so much noise inside her head as a tidal wave of memories came crashing down forcing her to sift through them. It had all started when she first heard rumors of the witches living in a valley not far from Kemet. This sparked her curiosity leading to an invitation being extended. She remembered being disappointed by the news then as she stood alone in the royal bedchamber there was this…black smoke that forced itself down her throat. From that moment forward the moments when she had control were thousands of years apart…on the night assassins came leaving them for dead when the spirit fused with her blood making her the ‘first’ vampire. The decision to save her husband was the last time she was the one calling the shots because shortly after the black smoke reclaimed her. There were certain gaps in her memory as she hadn't always been awake for what was taking place but she remembered the night the witches came casting their spells leaving her and Enkil in this…catatonic state that kept the ‘puppet master’ at bay. Unfortunately, for her, it hadn't driven it out it had merely left them trapped with one another for thousands of years. Its voice constantly whispering and taunting reminding her of its success at fooling her husband. Tears began falling down her cheeks…a feeling both hurt and undeniable anger at the thought. She walked between the trees with her eyes slowly taking everything in as she continued sifting through those memories. The moment she gained her freedom was her last as this madwoman had driven her through a glass wall taking her head off and no one…not even the one at her side made a move to save her.